Author Gaby Soutar

Glacier, XXX strong, and the fluff-covered Polos at the bottom of your bag. I love them all, so it should be easy, I thought, to find the new pizza chain Franco Manca. Just follow the toothpaste smell of...

What does one wear to an izakaya? Since it’s a Japanese version of a gastropub, something casual might be in order. However, if you’re visiting Mikaku, you could always invest in the blonde spiky wig...

None of your “Don’t mention the war” or “Boom, boom”. The name of this restaurant has a more highbrow namesake than Fawlty or Brush, though it’s hard not to say its name in a Sybil...

I’m so glad my flat-sharing days are over. One housemate was sick in the bath. Another lectured me for leaving a fingerprint on his fridge, and there was an Aussie who liked drunken cooking, always using...

In the last series of Killing Eve, Villanelle complains about breakfast being constant eggs. “Why? Who decided?” She’s a psychopath assassin with a fair point. Breakfast and its younger sister,...

From a restaurant reviewer’s perspective, there’s a lot to relate to at Jupiter Artland. My interpretation of Anish Kapoor’s Suck is that it’s a greedy oesophagus – my sink hole of an appetite –...

When you’re a restaurant reviewer, there are practicalities beyond an elasticated waistband. Receipts, for one thing. Since I review incognito, and claim expenses, my bag is stuffed with valuable bits...

  They’re thinking of opening another branch of Edinburgh Castle, but on Portobello Beach.   There will also be a second Scott Monument beside Ikea at Straiton, and a Greyfriars Bobby...

Since I’m a cruel mistress, one of my favourite moments on a recent holiday to Italy was when my other half ate an olive straight off the tree. How I LOL’d as he spat and gurned like an llama eating a...

Some might say it’s not the season for soup. Along with snoods, Vaporub and crumpets, cullen skink, cock-a-leekie and miso have mostly been shelved until autumn. I, however, find it hard to have my daily...